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title: "為霖禪師旅泊菴稿 · 奠謝純一老居士文"
description: "為霖禪師旅泊菴稿是明末清初曹洞宗高僧為霖道霈禪師的語錄文集，由弟子太泉、等純、興燈、心亮、淨煥等人編錄。該書成書於明清易代之際，反映了禪宗在動盪時期的發展面貌。內容收錄禪師的法語、開示、詩偈、書信等，深入闡釋禪淨雙修與心性論思想，融合儒釋道三教哲理。此作被視為研究明清佛教思想的重要文獻，對後世禪宗尤其是曹洞宗的傳承具有深遠影響，體現了為霖道霈在佛教史上的重要地位與禪學貢獻。"
url: "https://rushiwowen.co/en/r/cmcxpytmr00iyle04uzngyziv"
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### 奠謝純一老居士文

> Eulogy for the Late Elder Lay Buddhist Chunyi

嗚呼公往耶。其亦有不往者耶。夫往者人世之幻迹也。六尺之軀雖頂立於天地之間。如泡沫。如閃電。須臾變易不可把玩。葢可知矣。其不往者。公之神明。與諸佛等。與眾生等。與山河大地森羅萬象等。貫滿十虗。彌綸萬有。亘古亘今。不變不易。此乃公平生學佛與余共相討論深自悟明者也。於此而欲覔生死之相。去來之迹。是何異取浮漚於烈𦦨。摘空花於水底耶。雖然。若追幻迹而論之。公以弱冠之年蜚聲藝苑。文章道德為世推重。雖則以儒業起家。而年方三十遂歸心大覺。斷去葷羶。稟菩薩大戒。其宅心行事無非求福積善。二利圓修至老不倦。其同余發願興建白雲開元大殿。造城南多寶佛塔。皆盡厥心力捐諸所有。是公之見諸行事者也。其獨力任書華嚴疏論纂要。而又捐貲領眾刊佈於世。是公之心存大法修普賢行願之廣大智慧者也。且福壽康寧。種種圓備。賢子佳孫濟濟然。爭繞膝下。行年七十有六而以微恙。正念烱烱神思不亂。及讀余手書遂泊然考終命於正寢。以此觀之。公之福德智慧有始有卒如此。而舉世茫茫求如公者。顧可易得耶。雖然。真耶幻耶是乃對待之法而。公之立足處原不囿於是。故吾欲以幻迹哭之而不敢。而又不能忘乎幻迹也。故聞訃之日五內如割。乃謀所以奠公者。既而追念其生平。永夜不寐。乃起呼燈呵凍為文。昭告於公皆幻迹也。嗚呼。公其鑒念之乎。尚饗。

> Alas, the Master has departed! Yet there is that which does not depart. This departing is but the fleeting illusion of the human world. Though his six-foot frame stood tall between heaven and earth, it was like foam, like lightning—changing in an instant, ungraspable. This we can well understand. What does not depart is the Master's spirit, equal to all Buddhas, equal to all beings, equal to mountains, rivers, the great earth, and the myriad phenomena of existence. It pervades the ten directions, fills all things, spans past and present, unchanging and immutable. This was the Master's lifelong study of Buddhism, which he discussed with me and came to deeply awaken to himself. To seek the marks of birth and death or traces of coming and going in this is no different from scooping foam from a blazing fire or plucking flowers from water's reflection. Even so, if we follow the traces of illusion and speak of them: the Master made his name in the literary world in his youth, and his writings and virtue earned the respect of all. Though he began his career in Confucian learning, by age thirty he turned his heart wholly to the Great Awakening. He gave up meat and rich foods and received the great bodhisattva precepts. His every thought and action sought blessing and cultivated goodness, perfecting both self and others with tireless devotion into old age. Together with me, he vowed to build the great hall of Baiyun Kaiyuan Temple and constructed the many-jeweled Buddha pagoda south of the city—both requiring all his effort and resources. These were the Master's deeds manifested in action. He single-handedly undertook to write the essential commentary on the Avatamsaka Sutra, and further donated funds to lead others in publishing it widely. This was the Master's dedication to the great Dharma and his vast wisdom in practicing the vows of Samantabhadra. Moreover, he enjoyed good fortune, longevity, health, and peace—all complete in every way. Worthy sons and fine grandchildren gathered joyfully around his knees. At the age of seventy-six, when a slight illness came, his mindfulness remained clear and his spirit undisturbed. Upon reading the letter in my own hand, he passed away peacefully in his bed. From this we see that the Master's merit, virtue, and wisdom were complete from beginning to end. In the vast confusion of the world, how easily can one find another like him? Yet—true or illusory? These are merely relative distinctions. The place where the Master stood was never confined by them. So I wish to mourn him with tears for the illusion, but I dare not. Yet neither can I forget the illusion. Thus upon hearing the news, my heart was torn as if cut. I then prepared to offer sacrifice. Afterward, recalling his life, I could not sleep through the long night. I rose, called for the lamp, breathed warmth into my frozen ink, and wrote this text to declare before the Master—all of it but illusion. Alas! May the Master look upon it with compassion. Please accept this offering.